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Sep 2015
Oh to see you tomorrow, and taste your sweet lips,
and to once again, have my hands on your hips,
to dance in light, to sound of our song,
and have happiness, that doesn't feel wrong,
oh for that there's nothing I wouldn't do,
and tomorrow will be perfect, just me and you.
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
(New Zealand)   
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